Thursday, December 21, 2017

2017 - A Bonus Year!

(This is letter I sent with my Christmas cards this year.  Merry Christmas to all)

This is a bonus year.  We take for granted the time we have.  I know I have for most of my life.  And this year has truly been a blessing for me.  More about that later.  For now, you all know last year was a war.  I won most of the battles and ended the year pretty much where I started, recovering. 
So as the curtain closed on 2016 I was just out of the hospital again, this time for an enzyme overload in my liver.  Keytruda immunotherapy drugs had created the imbalance and the doctors chose to put a stint in to drain the excess fluids.  I can’t imagine everyone not wanting to spend the New Year’s celebration with a tube hanging out your side.  Open the valve and I could spray everyone with some “special sauce.” 
Health set back or not, I had tickets for Las Vegas first week of January.  I promised Guanheng I would take him there for his 21st birthday, even if that meant carrying a bucket on the plane to drain into.  I was surprised they have sealed bags for you to hook up to for travel.  Although TSA did give me a stare when they saw my drainage contraption.
Vegas was a blast.  First trip for me with no convention or meetings attached.  We spent time doing just about everything.  Grand Canyon, David Copperfield, Hoover Dam, you name it.   The weather was perfect.  We walked a lot, which I truly needed to do.  And we pretty much saw all the casinos.  Highlights were food, the Golden Nugget Buffet is still great, Gordon Ramsay’s Fish and Chips and In and Out Burger.  Those stops alone made the trip nearly perfect. 
February started the Coaches vs Cancer team kick off.  I was one of 9 local “celebs” charged to raise money for the American Cancer Society.  Thanks to some very generous fraternity brothers, friends and family I was able to raise more than the others and was a “guest of honor” at the new basketball coach’s table for the banquet.  It was so much fun I have enlisted to do it again this spring.  Watch out for my requests for a donation.
The best part of the Coaches vs Cancer campaign was an article written by Deb Pressey on my battle.  She captured it so well, calling me to make sure my quotes were accurate.  Here is the link if you didn’t see it, http://www.news-gazette.com/news/local/2017-02-07/diagnosis-or-not-hes-living-all-out.html 
I returned to a battery of tests in March.  About every conceivable scan and blood test.  Bottom line, the good doctor proclaimed me in remission.   Officially, “stage 4 colorectal cancer in remission”.  That’s a lot of letters and words to say I’m doing just fine.  The only issues I have are numbness in my hands and feet from the chemo I took last year. 
I am still taking chemo every three weeks.  The Keytruda clinical study is continuing.  I’m perfectly happy to be taking the drug, but have to keep taking steroids as the drug creates liver issues.  A fine trade.  Enough about health issues.  Just know I’m feeling good, started working out with a trainer, and will be my old self again soon.
April I headed to my father’s birthplace, North East, PA, to spend time with relatives for Easter.  It was wonderful to see aunts, uncles, cousins, etc and reassure them that I was still ornery.  I love northern PA along Lake Erie and try and get there every year if I can.  This was I test of my driving skills with the numbness, but I passed the test. 
My plans were to have June be the “return to normal schedule” month for me.  That means my traditional over commitments and over booking.  I succeeded!  A trip to Pinehurst NC for nephew Drew’s wedding followed by a week in Virginia Beach for our church mission trip.  Brandon Foster, my cousin Dana’s son, accompanied me on this adventure.  We met sister Kristina and her boys in Pinehurst, had a grand time there, and then headed to Virginia.   It was wonderful, a great two weeks of family, fellowship and worship.  Add in the service projects and I felt in my element for the first time in 18 months.
By the time I returned we had started work on the summer musical for the Champaign Urbana Theatre Company, Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat.   This show was marvelous for sure, director Jeff Dare’s vision was brilliant, and we were able to bring it to life.   I love producing for CUTC and love having shows in the Virginia Theatre.  Spectacular.  I’m on board for another show in 2018.
A quick trip to Columbus in mid-July for some fraternity training.  I’m always learning more about 18-21 year olds and the issues they face.  Then off to Chicago for James Taylor and Bonnie Raitt at Wrigley Field.  Talk about a wonderful evening.  Breezes off the lake and the timeless JT tones filled the air.  I took brother Frank to the show as it was his 50th birthday and he loved the experience. 
In August I headed to Boston for Nathan Kelsey’s wedding.  Nathan is another in my top 5 all-time brothers.  A remarkable young man with visions of idealism and optimism.  In addition he is one of my fraternal golf partners, a small group of dedicated white ball chasers.  Nathan married a beautiful doctor, a very smart woman, who will give him plenty of space to chase his dreams.   I went early to the wedding and used the time to traverse the local towns and villages.  It’s amazing to see the architecture and history of the area.  I love Boston so much and could spend weeks exploring. 
September brought the normal back to school challenges.  Goal setting for the fraternity chapter, retreats, and motivating the young men to succeed.  They are doing very well this year and semester.  I have never been more pleased, and given some of the national headlines related to Greek Life it’s refreshing to have positive results to report.
October was ultra-special.  A week in London with nephew Arlo.  Our hosts, fraternity brother Mark Porst and his beautiful wife Betsy, put together a perfect schedule for this once in a lifetime trip.  The schedule combined history, the monarchy, shopping, theatre and delicious food.  Betsy should be a tour guide!  More info at my blog, http://toddsalen.blogspot.com/2017/11/londonor-magic-kingdom.html
November has been very low key.  A great time for me to get caught up at work and also enjoy the best of Champaign.  I love all the sports, men’s basketball, women’s basketball and volleyball.  We have excellent teams here.  And we play football too J
Finally I plan to head to NYC to stay with my sister Kristina and her boys for Christmas.  Her new company, United Masters, launched a few weeks ago.  More excitement for her.  After Christmas Guanheng and  I will be bringing Godson Drew and his brother Brandon to Orlando for a few days of fun at the theme parks. 
Thanks to all for a wonderful year.  A few highlights, best gift, (from Brenda) stationary.  Best Movie – Wonder.  Best TV Show – This is Us, (Ozark is good too).  Best Music – I’m Not My Father’s Son from Kinky Boots.  Best Surprise – The Remission and of course chance to see the next Star Wars.  I’m the luckiest man in the world because…..I have an amazing family, incredible friends, great doctors and dedicated fraternity brothers.  Oh, and I have my girl Kelsey as well…woof!  Have a fabulous holiday and remember,
Every DAY Matters!

Much Love, Todd and Kelsey

Friday, December 15, 2017

A Long Time Ago, In a Galaxy Far Far Away.....There were Hurdles

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A few times over the past year or two I have written about some of the things you think about when doctors give you "notice."  In my case, the date circled on my calendar was around March or April of this year.  So many things go through your mind, most of them relevant, many of them not.  In my case, as I love to read and especially love to see movies one of the early things that went through my mind was the next Star Wars movie.  You see the release date was December 15, 2018.  About 8 months past my expiration date. 

I don't know why this movie in particular stuck out.  I've seen lots of great stories over the years and while the first episode, 1977 first, is one of my all time favorite movies, I can't say the rest have lived up to that standard.  But Star Wars is for me a sort of measuring stick in my life. I was 20 when the first one was released.  That's a great age for exploration.  Searching the galaxy for storm-troopers seemed like a great adventure.

We all wanted to master the force.  Light sabers were the weapons in favor.  Luke Skywalker's hovercraft had the campus engineers designing cars of the future.  And of course Princess Leah was just waiting to be my queen.  Star Wars has been a part of 2/3rds of my life.  Yoda, Darth Vader, Chewbacca, Hans Solo, and many other characters have been role models in some form or fashion.  And I have stolen many a line from the text.

And so here I am, it's December 15 and Star Wars, The Last Jedi, opened today in our local theaters.  I haven't seen it yet.  I will, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week.  Why no rush?  Reaching this hurdle was important for me.  Crossing it, not so important.  

I need a next hurdle.  Maybe one in December 2020.  Maybe 2025.  I'm not sure.  I'm open to suggestions.  And I won't be trying to reach this next hurdle.  I will make it for sure.

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Wednesday, November 8, 2017

London....or the Magic Kingdom?

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So if I said I just got back from a vacation filled with sunshine, palm trees and magical movie studios you would think I was in Orlando or California for a week.  Not true.  I was in London.  Yes, that London.  The one with the Big Ben Clock.  Palm trees?  Fun fact.  (My host Mark Porst loves to throw out fun facts).  Even though London is further north than the most northern part of the continental United States, the temperatures are moderate enough to grow palm trees.  Who knew?

This adventure was long overdue.  My fraternity brother, Mark, and his lovely wife Betsy, invited me to visit.  Mark is about to retire from P&G.  I actually helped him get that job 30 years ago when I worked for the company.  And in 10 days he will retire, (although the official retirement date is February 15, 2018)  He and Betsy have been in England for the past few years.

I couldn't say no to their invitation.  When they invited me to bring someone along I chose my nephew Arlo.  Yes, Super Arlo, the superhero in my family, one and the same.  Off we went then to find Harry Potter.

This trip was the perfect combination of history, monarchy, beauty and theatre.  A totally relaxing visit even though my brain was on overload with all of the history.  A visit to Europe should start in London.  I'll try to summarize all we saw and experienced but it was so much it will be hard.

Day one - The Big Bus Tour

All trips to big cities should start with a big bus tour.  In this case a red double-decker. Our tour guide, Patrick (or maybe it was Richard) explained all of the sites along the route and filled in the blanks for many other London mysteries.  Betsy and Patrick were just about equally knowledgeable of the surroundings.  In fact at one point Betsy was explaining an upcoming monument and Richard looked a bit offended she had stolen his thunder.

Some facts gleaned on these travels.  The Great Fire started on Pudding Lane.  There are only 8000 residents of London proper, no real skyscrapers filled with apartments or offices as you would see in other major cities.  Hyde Park was once King Henry VIII hunting grounds.  There are dragon sculptures at each entry point of London, protecting the city.  Sweeney Todd was a real barber and is estimated to have given "close shaves" to more than 100 travelers.  I stayed away from meat pies during the trip.   Parmesan cheese is kept in bank vaults in Italy.  Those are just a few facts from the week.  There will be more!

The afternoon was spent in the Tower of London.  The Tower has been a castle in wartime, a king's residence in peacetime and and site of executions in Henry VIII time. It is where the crown jewels are stored.  Compare the beauty of the jewels with the horror of the torture chambers and the towers themselves.  I was overwhelmed by how large the complex was.  In fact the green space was a zoo for over 700 years.

Looking back at the Tower of London and the Thames

There was a collection of armor for both humans and horses on the top floor.  Henry VIII's gradually growing armor from a young age to his death helps to understand his "weighty" issues of the monarchy.  And finally an armory of cannons/guns etc.

We then went over to the "walkie talkie", a 35 story tall building nearby with a sky deck, to look down on the complex and also get a birds eye view of the city. London is certainly a beautiful city.
Sunset in downtown London.  Beautiful

In the evening we met up with Mark and went to dinner at the Dog and Fox in Wimbledon Village.  Mark and Betsy live within walking distance of Wimbledon in a charming little village.  I had my fish and chips!  It was marvelous. Oh and don't forget the mushy peas.  Not Arlo's favorite but I liked them!

Fish and Chips!   YES!!

Day Two:  Wimbledon and Harry Potter Studios.

Arlo loves tennis and loves Harry Potter.  This was pretty much a dream day for him.  Standing in Centre Court!  Another fun fact.  Wimbledon replants the grass from seed every year.  Talk about meticulous.  A beautiful stadium, a tennis fan's dream for sure.  There was a virtual tour we experienced.  In it a raven flies in front of each of us and sets on the wall of the stadium.  We were wearing virtual head sets, and when the raven got in front of Arlo he pecked him with his beak.  Actually the tour guide used that moment to just lightly tough Arlo's hand, and thus Arlo thought a real bird had touched him.

Wimbledon Centre Court

I had a crawfish and avocado sandwich for lunch.  This was a first and delicious of course, and then off to the Magical World of Harry Potter.  The studios where the films were shot have been set up for guests to wander through and enjoy.  I chose to take a private tour.  While it was costly, $250 per person, I suggest to all you bite the bullet and follow my lead.  We were treated like studio execs from the moment we boarded the bus at the train station.

A magical day begins. 

Three studio guides were assigned to our small group of 7.   Lara was the our official guide taking us through the studios J and K set by set.  The grand dining hall, Dumbledore's office, the kids bedroom, the streets where they shopped, and the forbidden forest were just some of the sets intact from the filming.  We leisurely walked through the studios, stopping for photos, gaining insights into the behind the scenes production and overall transforming ourselves into Harry's world.  Every minute was precious.  Some fun facts, in one scene where Harry fights the evil lord they made 40 jackets with varying degrees of dirt and tearing of the jackets.  When they opened Harry Potter Studios to the public they thought people would come for a year or two, never thinking it would become an attraction.  The studio guides always speak in terms of "we", as in when "we made the movies..."  Hagrets was not a big man and they had a double who was 6'10.  All of the sets had to be duplicated at 87% size to accommodate the differences in size. Books in Dumbledore's office are covered London Phone books.  Dumbledore's telescope was the most expensive prop, it really works and is barely seen in the movies.  The director wanted all the leads to be unknowns.  The original hair/make-up/costumers come to the studios and do touch ups and cleaning at regular intervals.

The Great Hall at Hogwarts, Harry Potter ate here!

The studio gave us photos, mp3s of Arlo flying a broom, butterbeer and a fine dinner, for me, bangers and mash.  If you are going to London, take this tour.  You won't regret it.

Day Three:  History, Monarchy, Pageantry and Kinky Boots.

When you plan a trip to London it is reassuring to know so many people have had a wonderful experience there.  I have heard before that if you want to explore Europe, start in London.  The city is inviting, historical, and for the most part filled with very gracious people.  Unlike New York or Chicago, London is more relaxed, not so much of shoulder to shoulder push and shove match.  And if you can have two tour guides like Mark and Betsy Porst you won't have a single minute that isn't educational and beautiful.  I'll share about them in a while, but first, to London we go.

Friday started at Buckingham Palace for the changing of the guard.  Every other day there is a formal "shift change".  Soldiers in their full regalia and bear skin black hats.  A marching band leads them from the palace to the quarters down the street.

Changing of the Guard, some serious weapons! 
  
We followed the procession quite a ways and then circled back to enjoy the Park Lake the foliage and animals of Buckingham Palace's surrounding parks.  London is very green thanks to some great foresight.  Again this helps to to make the city more inviting.  

My biggest surprise was our next attraction.  Westminster Abbey is everything people say about it and more.  I was aware that kings and queens were buried there as well as famous Brits though out history.  But I had no idea is was 3000 tombs and the remains 29 kings and queens.  A cemetery under several magnificent roofs.  Look up, down, and all around when you visit.  Royal weddings, funerals and coronations ooze from the walls.  I could spend a day or more here.  

Surprises in terms of burials.  Sir Lawrence Olivier at the feet of the Shakespeare statue.  C.S. Lewis, David Frost, not to mention Charles Darwin, Isaac Newton and Charles Dickens, just to name a few.  Certainly the royal tombs make is crystal clear there is no expense spared when the royal family is buried.  

But the Abbey is far more than that.  Stain glass windows.  The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, the naves and chapels through out.  It's a place to wander and absorb the history of the Monarchy as well as the cultural impact.  

One fun fact, I asked who decides who is buried in the Abbey.  The Queen!

Super Arlo always knows where the phone booths are

We tubed to Covent Garden for the rest of the day.  There we walked through the amazing retail shops both high and low end.  There were street performers spread through out the block.  We stopped for a magician and both Arlo and Betsy became part of the act.  Arlo initialed a 5 LB note and the magician turned it into a 5 Euro note.  By the end of the show Arlo found his original fiver tucked neatly inside a banana held by Betsy.  

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Outdoor fair at Covent Gardens

We enjoyed walking through the open air markets looking for gifts for everyone.  We walked through Chinatown, lots of meat in the window ready to serve up for dinner.  But we ate at the Burger and Lobster.  I didn't expect much here and was pleasantly surprised by a one lb lobster.   Finally we walked to the Adelphi Theater for the evening entertainment, Kinky Boots.  

Now you may ask, why would you bring an 11 year old to Kinky Boots?  Because it was a great show.  The title is more revealing than the show.  And truly Arlo is a seasoned Broadway advocate, living in Brooklyn.   The show was wonderful.  This is the story of the Price family who has made men's shoes for three generations north of London.  Superstores have hurt sales of fine shoes and through the course of a street accident Charlie Price meets Lola, a drag queen, and is sold on the idea of making boots for drag queens.  It's a fun story with music by Cindy Lauper.   Arlo recognized he lead, David Hunter, who played Charlie and is in the rock band Reemer.  And once he figured out the Drag Queens were not necessarily gay, he figured out the show.  

Day Four, Government, WWII, and the Phantom.

This day started in the Wimbledon Town Centre at Bill's Restaurant.   I had the best breakfast I have had in years, fresh toasted bread, poached eggs, avocado and bacon.

Avocado, Bacon, Toast and Poached Egg  HMMM Good

Just wonderful!  Arlo had some British pancakes.  One thing about England.  They do not have the endless cup of coffee.  We order "Americano" coffee which is really a lighter cappuccino.  And water is not automatically on the table.  Everywhere we went they would bring out a liter of tap water when we asked, but we had to ask. 

Back on tube, this time to Waterloo Station.  A brisk walk across the Westminster Bridge to Parliament, where we walked by Cromwell and Charles I who stare each other down daily.  As we walk into Parliament I was struck by Westminster Hall.  This grand room has hosted Nelson Mandela, the kings and queens and Barack Obama as well.  This is where Churchill lie in state.  I can imagine the Beatles playing here at some point.  

As we walked through this center of power I was reminded of the importance of tradition.  The Houses of Lords and Commons are distinct.  One does not casually walk into each others space.  The meeting rooms were ornate and incredible.  The Queens robing room, used once a year when she addresses both houses is gold laden.  There are reliefs of King Arthur's court through out.  Interesting the mix of fantasy, King Arthur, and start reality, the government of England.  

After this tour we ventured across the street to the Churchill War Rooms.  Betsy and Mark dropped me at the War Rooms and took Arlo to the playgrounds.  This is where the British planned for WWII.  Under the streets of London, one can only imagine the bombs going off overhead and wondering if the walls would hold. Another must see,  for the most part the rooms have been either recreated, or they were left intact.  In the map room the officers turned off the lights, locked the door and there it sat for 30 years until someone stumbled on it in the 80's.  

The Churchill Museum is in the middle of the complex.  The museum is a wonderful tribute to one of our world's most brilliant leaders.  I spent an hour in the here and could and spent 3 or 4.     I bought the guidebook and audio tour and was glad I did.  I am reminded of what it was to fight a war in a low tech world.  

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The map room in the Churchill war rooms

I caught up to the gang after my tour of the war rooms.  Arlo had been with another street performer,  a Houdini style escape artist with a straight jacket.  We went to the top of a tall building for appetizers and drinks alfresco and then headed to Garfunkels (no Simon) for dinner.  Another plate of Fish and Chips for me, and time to head to Her Majesty's Theatre.

High atop the buildings, sunset in London

Tonight's performance, Phantom of the Opera.  Arlo was dazzled.  His comment after, "Uncle Todd, this is so much better than Hamilton."  I love that kid :)   You could not see Phantom in a better place than London.  The stage was incredible.  One note, the beginning of Act 2 opens with a scene on a staircase with the cast singing Masquerade.  On the London stage the staircase stretched from stage right to stage left, down stage to up stage.  It was HUGE!   All I could think of was where could they possibly store this the rest of the show.  The stage manager in me haha.

Day Five:  Hampton, Henry VIII, and a rest-filled evening.

We eased into Sunday.  I went for my morning stroll and picked up coffee for Mark and I.  Betsy and Arlo worked on humanities homework and built a Nano Big Ben Tower.  Mark cooked delicious custom omelettes for us all.  By now Arlo and Betsy have become besties and I'm thinking the departure in the morning will be tearful for both.  The Porsts are the real deal when it comes to families.  Three wonderful kids (thee Phi Psis and two Kappas in the mix) and an attitude about life that inspires.  I have known them literally since the day they met and their friendship only gets stronger and stronger.  Soon Betsy will have grandchildren.  She will be the perfect grandmother as well.  Mark is retiring 7 days from the posting of this blog.

Todd, Mark, Arlo and Betsy on the Thames

FYI  Mark went to work for Procter and Gamble when I worked there.  33 years later he is retiring.  Dedication for sure.  When I started our capital campaign for the rebuilding of the house Mark was the first person to sign on.  He is committed to the right thing and the right wing haha.  It's fascinating to listen to both as they cover many topics in an encyclopedic manner.

We decided to spend a leisurely day in Hampton Court.  Henry VIII lived here and many other monarchs.  It is a huge complex of gardens, lakes,  animal hunting grounds and castles.  Monarch after Monarch added their own touches to the complex.  Each added new apartments, sitting rooms and bedrooms.   The floors are fine hardwood, indicative of the riches found in the Americas and brought back.  Walking through adds to the perception of wealth the monarchs each had.  Fine furniture, gold trim, tapestries all line the walls.  There were huge fire places in each room.  One can only imagine the servants preparing and warming the castle each morning for the residents.

Of course things like holes in the floors for "bathrooms" or chamber pots, and iron bath tubs remind you that things were "different back then."

Arlo at the Hampton Magic Park

While Arlo and Betsy enjoyed the Magic park on the ground, Mark and I strolled though the castle and the ground.  This was one final walk through royalty at its finest.  I could just imagine the King standing on the porch looking out at this open air shrine to opulence.  One final reminder that Britain's roots are far different than the United States.

Our final evening was spent at the Porsts beautiful apartment in Wimbledon.  We watched Beetlejuice, It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and ate some British Chinese food (rather bland but ok).  It was a time to reflect on the week, all we had seen, learned about and shared.  I can't begin to thank Mark and Betsy.  Perfect hosts.  And wonderful friends.

Arlo and his "Bestie" Betsy

My thanks to Alex and Sylvia Ruggieri and Jerry and Christie Ramshaw as well just for letting me go and encouraging me to forget about work for awhile.  I wish everyone could work for people you love and respect.

Finally my thanks to Kristina and Daniel for loaning me their youngest for a week.  To pull him out of school to spend a week with Crazy Uncle Todd is insane.  And I love them for their insanity.  I have been saying "Every DAY Matters" for a while now and certainly each of these days did.  Even waking Arlo up at 5 AM for the place was pleasant haha.  I wouldn't trade this week for the world.









Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Face to Facial Hair

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I spend time wondering about very stupid things.  You know it's a heck of a lot better to be wondering about stupid things than to be doing stupid things.  I say that from many years of experience.  What were those stupid things I have done?  Well many have been written about in this blog.  However, not today my friend.  Today my wonderment has been distracting me and I just need to get it off my chest!

So, the question is, what is the deal with facial hair?  It seems like about 90% of men (and 27% of women) have some sort of growth on their chins.  I'm beginning to think we are back in the pre-revolutionary war era in terms of men's grooming.  Not only are there more men with facial hair, I can't recall when personal grooming meant so little.

I suppose you can attribute this to the success of Duck Dynasty.  If you haven't seen it the Robertson family all have beards that may have never been trimmed.  If not Duck Dynasty you might say the the beards sported by the San Francisco Giants in recent World Series could be the contributing factor.  Maybe it is a little bit of both.  Either way, I'm glad I don't work for Gillette as this must be cutting into sales.  

Ok, that's my gripe for today.  I know it's trivial, but then, it's my gripe and I can be as trivial as I want.  

Monday, August 28, 2017

Bucket List!

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So I started to think that keeping a bucket list in my head is not very wise.   I mean what if some of my friends might be planning something on my list and then say, you know, Todd wants to do that too!   So here you go.  I'm going to start to list the things I want to do, and this list will be alive, there will be additions and subtractions.  It's fun to think about

1. White water raft the Colorado River
2. Ride Amtrack through the Rocky Mountains
3. Visit Yosemite National Park
4. Take the Warner Brothers back stage tour.
5. See a play at the Royal Albert Hall
6. Stand before the Michelangelo's David in Florence 
7. Visit the Grecian beaches
8. Look Mona Lisa in the eyes
9. Visit CBS and ABC broadcasting studios in New York City.
10. Ring the Bells at Algeld Hall
11. Eat Soft Shell Crabs again at Joe's on South Beach
12. Take a tour of the Vatican and see the Sistine Chapel
13. Stand on the Great Wall of China
14. Visit the Great Pyramids
15. Tour Yankee Stadium and stand before the monuments.
16. Sit back stage at a Jackson Browne concert
17. Go to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Take of tour of the White House including the West Wing
19. Play golf at Pebble Beach with Jason Clary and Nathan Kelsey.
20. Visit Apple Studios.
21. Spend time in a Disney character suit on the grounds, preferably Goofy.
22. Throw out the first pitch at Wrigley Field
23. Throw at the first pitch at Illinois Field!
24. Have breakfast with Anthony Rizzo
25.  Watch Big Bang Theory being filmed.
26. Travel to a Survivor Location and stay at the Ponderosa
27. See the Great Barrier Reef
28. Watch a Nascar race from the pits
29.  Attend The Voice Live show
30. Walk the grounds at the Masters on moving day, Saturday.
31. Watch a game a Fenway Park


Monday, July 3, 2017

Living vs Being Alive

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The past few days I have been thinking about how well I have been able to live my life in the past 3 or 4 weeks.  I texted my sister during a mission trip two weeks ago that for the first time in many, many months I was in my element.  By that I mean I was doing the work I love to do, with the people I love to work with and in the places  I most love to work.  

For nearly 18 months I have been going to doctors, getting stuck by needles, reviewing graphs of my biological statistics and all in all living the life of a patient.  It makes sense of course that I would do that. After all I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer in January of 2016.  I have had big sections of my body removed, had my digestive roadway re-mapped and taken enough drugs to kill an elephant (please refrain from making comparisons).  And yet despite that, I still wake up every morning with my life in tow.  Things are fine, the new pipes are working and I'm able to be fully functional at work and at home.

Yet having a life, being alive, is not the same as living..  Life is a noun.  It's a thing, it is measurable in length.  It has definition.  My life started on September 8, 1957.  My life will end on, .... well I'm not sure yet.  Of course we don't know, but someday our relatives surely will.  

To live is a verb.  I live my life.  Ok I get it, everyone lives their lives.  However the quality of your life is determined by how well you live it.  Get it?  I'm not sure I did until recently.  I have sat around the past 18 months more than happy just to be alive.  I have had the opportunity to catch up with old friends,several of the men and women I have mentored and family near and far.  This was in many ways a celebration of the life I have lived.    And while having a  "This is your life" experience was fun, it wasn't what I would call living my life.  I wasn't moving the needle forward, more like looking over my shoulder at the past.  

And so with that in mind I set out to "return to planet Earth" in June and plan the kinds of things I love to do.  Living my life out loud.  Screaming to the world I'm here, I matter, I love living this life. First on the agenda was family.  I picked up one of my favorite cousins, Brandon, who lives in Outer Mongolia, (northwestern Pennsylvania, same thing) and headed to God's Country, Pinehurst North Carolina for a nephew's wedding.  Glamorous, beautiful, overwhelming, Pinehurst #2 lived up to it's name.  The Bride and the Groom were special too.  But more that anything spending a few days with FAMILY in a resort was a fabulous start to my adventure.  My only regret was I didn't play the course.  I'm in no shape to play that tough a course YET.  Check LOVE off my living chart as these days were packed with just that. 

Next was our church mission trip.  I believe this is my 8th trip and the first to Virginia Beach.  There was a major hurricane there a few months ago and several families are waiting for help.  It will be 5 years before all the families are served.  My group worked with two families on the same block, both who had two feet of water in their homes.  We remind our mission trippers annually that the work is important but the relationships we make are the most important.  Never has this been more evident than one of the women we served on this trip.  

Miss Joyce has a grandson in his 20's with cerebral palsy.  In March, her son who had served in the military and been an FBI agent for more than 30 years was murdered and left in his backyard for his family to find.  Then the week before we arrived her husband of 55 years passed away.  There was work to do at her home, but we were sent there unknowingly because she needed  a distraction from her life.  She too needed a reason to live her life.  Our smiles and faith and laughter helped her through a very tough week.  God does work in mysterious ways.  Check LIVING YOUR FAITH off the check list.  

I came home for all of two days and then headed to facilitate leadership training at Butler University for my fraternity.  I have always loved to facilitate leadership programs.  I have been in two since my surgery but none as long or intense as this one.  The first two were 6 hour programs.  This was a 5 day workshop, the most demanding commitment I have made in 18 months.  It was challenging, engaging, enlightening and by far the single best retreat I have ever participated in.  I was totally exhausted after the week, so much so I nearly fell asleep on the drive home, at 11 AM in the morning. 

I had plenty of sleep, I just invested so much emotion that I was beat.  But the connections I made to the students I think will be life changing for a few.  This seminar asked these students to walk away with a plan for starting their legacies.  Heady stuff for an 18 or 19 year old.  But so incredibly relevant in today's world.  Now check GIVING BACK TO THE PEOPLE AND THINGS YOU LOVE off the list. 

Yesterday was my first day with nothing other than church on my calendar.  I slept all day.  You see really living your life can be exhausting.  It's the kind of tired that makes me know that I'm alive.  What's good for the body is good for the soul.  

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Beyond the Bench, Decisions...Decisions...

(This is another in a series of columns I wrote and published in the Rich South Centurian.  This story appeared November 1, 1974)

The young man sat in the stands and watched as the others that were once his teammates celebrated their victory that had seemed so far out of reach only a few days before.  He sat and thought about his decision that he had made months ago  that seemed so right at the time.

It was March and the wrestling season had ended with feelings of accomplishment for him.  He wasn't an excellent wrestler, mediocre is more the word.  But he did participate and he did enjoy it.

He was very vocal person.  In fact, sometimes he was too vocal.  His final decision would be influenced by an occasion where he was asked to speak the voice of his peers.

He had spoken the voice of the majority of his fellow players, but not the voice of his coach.  He looked now to his future.  The coach had a great deal of influence in the sport he loved so much.  But he couldn't risk a relapse of the disagreement they had had after the young man's speech.  His fellow players were split as to the young man's future.

Some had encouraged him to fight back, make he enemy kneel.  Yet others felt he should forget it and enjoy the game he loved so much.  He was a good player in that game, but only mediocre in the others he participated in.  It was a difficult decision for the young man.  He chose to fight back.

He sat idle for many months.  Only a few close friends were told of his decision.  He was fighting  back and he enjoyed it.  He was beating the system that had been against  him for so many months.

The more he talked, the more he became convinced that he was doing the right thing.  He had even built a strong alibi that could be used when he would meet the coach.

He was proud of the way he had avoided "the enemy" for the duration of the summer.  He had even convinced his teammates that he was still a loyal part of the team.  The system was falling in front of his eyes and they didn't know it yet.

Second thoughts began to set in.  But he was a strong man, not one to fall back on his word.  He couldn't change his mind now, it was too late.  The plans were already too well laid.

The season had begun to set in and he was only an observer this year.  He was surprised that his team was doing so well., the even challenged the conference title holders.  But he could do nothing more than sit on the sidelines.

He realized now the he hadn't beaten the system.  But he had been defeated the day he spoke against it.

The team had moved off the field and had long since left the school to celebrate their victory.  The young man sat and pondered his future.  He had already begun preparations for the coming wrestling season.  But he had been beaten, while his former teammates enjoyed their victory, the young man could only feel the pains the came with defeat.  He had missed the season deeply, but it hadn't missed him.

Friday, March 31, 2017

Charles Barkley, Child at Heart

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Right up front let me say that if I bumped into Charles Barkley today he would not know who I was. However with some prompting I'm confident he would remember when and where our paths crossed. When I see him in the NBA or NCAA studio shows I'm impressed by the fact he is still who he as always been, a child at heart.  There is nothing phony about Charles Barkley.  He says what is on his mind.  Politically correct?  Not on purpose.  Authentic?  Absolutely.  You love him or you....love him. He is refreshingly honest in a world where people are afraid to own up to their words.

I first met Charles when he was playing with my friend Tim McCormick on the 76er's.  Tim and Charles spent the summer of 84 with Bobby Knight and the US Olympic try outs.  Tim would host a summer basketball camp at his high school in Clarkston, Michigan and invite an team mate to come and speak and play at the camp.  This particular year he invited Charles.  It might have been 1987 plus or minus a year.

So there were a few stories from this week.  First, we would sneak off and play golf one afternoon each week.  Usually there were adult beverages involved.  For those that don't know Charles has had a well documented relationship with golf.  Despite getting lessons from the very best teacher in the world, Butch Harmon for example, he is still probably has the worst swing in the history of the game.  There have been television specials devoted to correcting his game.  It's likely/possible the first time Charles ever played golf he played with Tim, his brothers and I.  This explains a lot.

One evening we all went out to a local sports bar after camp.  Charles left us on the first floor while he and his Benjamins went upstairs to play some pool.  Before he left he dropped his American Express on the table and encouraged us to make sure each of the fine women in the club had a glass of Dom Perignon to enjoy.  We went through at least a case, and $3000 + on his credit card.  I believe he and his favorite photos of Benjamin Franklin were parting ways upstairs as well.

The next morning we went to camp and Charles was the featured speaker.  One question you can always count on from young kids is "can you dunk?"  Charles explained his hands were small and he couldn't palm he ball, important for dunking, therefore he needed to use both hands to dunk.  He is a tall man, 6'3'" but hardly a giant.  He and I are about the same size (although I'm happy to say he is larger today than I).

Of course the kids didn't want to hear excuses, they wanted to see a dunk.  Charles was slightly hung over from the night before.  Three attempts resulted in three balls bouncing off the back of the rim and out to the gym.  Finally on attempt 4 he made it.  It was slightly embarrassing for the Round Mound of rebound.

Later we finished the day be playing a little full court 5 on 5.  I got to guard Charles, which really was more like laying down a red carpet so he could make a great move and then getting out of the way.  However, at the end of the day he proclaimed I was "the finest defender he had ever faced."
We had fun with that quote and he said it a few more times that week.

During the Q & A Charles offered a few answers I'll never forget.  One kid asked "where would you be if you weren't playing basketball?"  Charles said directly, "I would be in jail or I would be dead.  All of my friends I hung out with are dead or in jail.  If the coaches hadn't pushed me and kept me away from my friends I would have hung out with them and for sure I would not have been smart enough to end up any different."

Another, "did you graduate from Auburn?,"  "No but I have a couple of people who work for me who did."

Then my favorite quote, "The world has enough dumb people....don't be one."

A few years later I was working for the UI Baseball staff and we were in Miami to play the Hurricanes.  After our game we went out to Dan Marino's restaurant for dinner.  I had told my "I'm he toughest defender Barkley ever faced" story to guys on the team.  While at Marino's who is sitting at the bar but Charles and several of the Phoenix Suns.  The Illini players "encourage me" me to put up or shut up, so I walk up to Charles to ask him, "who is the toughest defender ever?"  He looks up, a little ticked I'm interrupting him, takes a second look, smiles his famous smile and then says, "there was this guy in Michigan....."

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Tim McCormick When you are 7 FT Tall you Don't have to Bow down to Anyone

There are stories I have where if I don't tell one story then it is some what unbelievable that the second story could have possibly happened.  With that as a background I'll tell you my story of Tim McCormick, former Michigan Wolverine and NBA star.  Tim introduced me to Charles Barkley.

7 Feet tall.  That is roughly how high Timothy Daniel McCormick's head reached into the sky when I first met him.  It was a "standing" joke with us.  Tim said he was 7'1", I said he was 6'11".  His measurement was in shoes, mine on a doctor's chart when he was barefoot.  He said, "I don't play basketball barefoot!"   Good point.

So how did a die hard Illini become friends with a blue blooded Wolverine.  I was living in Detroit, working for Proctor and Gamble.  This was my job just out of college.  Our coach, Lou Henson, had a handful of people who scouted and recorded games for him.  Lou loved to watch film of every game he could.  Remember now when I moved there this was pre-ESPN.  So national telecasts of college basketball were rare.  However most schools broadcast all of their home games at least.  Living in the Detroit suburbs I had access to many of the Michigan, Michigan State and Ohio State games (Toledo is close to Detroit and their local station broadcast the games)  

So Coach Lou gave me a beta max (a really clunky recorder), lots of tapes and money to send the tapes.  I would record the games, and then the next morning run the tape to the Greyhound bus station who would put it on a bus to Champaign via Chicago.  This was also pre-Fed EX, so if you wanted to get it there in one day you sent it on a bus.  Lou had about 5 of us around the Big 10 doing just this for him.  

There were perks for helping, but one of the biggest was he let me sit on the bench when we played one of "my" teams.  For four years I got to sit on the bench when we played at Michigan, Michigan State or Ohio State.  I even got to sit on the bench at Indiana.  It was an awesome gift.  

How does this relate to Tim?  Good question....I'm at Crisler Arena, home of the Wolverines, and after the game I get to talking to Coach Steve Fisher.  Steve has his own little history lesson, won the national championship in the first 5 games he coached in division one, coached the Fab 5, and is still coaching at San Diego State.  Steve is from the south suburbs of Chicago and coached at Rich East High School prior to Michigan.  I played at Rich South High School.  So, we were teacher/student, friends in my younger years.

As Steve and I talked he knew I had recently moved to Detroit and didn't have any friends yet.  He also knew that Tim had just had double knee surgery and was pretty depressed.  Tim was rated as one of the top 5 basketball players out of high school.  However he grew faster than his tendons could keep up.  As a result over his career he had double digit surgeries on his knees.  This one in particular set him back awhile.  Steve introduced us, we became close friends and spent a lot of time hanging out at his parents ranch, playing golf, going to concerts and of course rehabbing and shooting hoops.

Tim is one of the most singularly faith-filled people I have ever met.  A devoted Catholic, Tim's life has been centered on his relationship with Christ.  His family is a close second in his world.  It's inspiring to see someone committed to anything so strongly.   He drew me into this and at least planted several seeds into my own spiritual growth to develop later in life.

Like many of us when Tim was a kid he waited patiently in line for autographs of his heroes.  It was fun to go anywhere with him because he towered above the crowd and people would immediately ask "who is that guy?"  No matter where we went we needed to add at least a half hour onto our arrival time as Tim would sign every autograph request made.  He never forgot the athletes "too busy" to stop for the fans and was committed not to be "that guy."   I don't think I ever saw him put himself ahead of his fans.

Through a lot of hard work and dedication Tim made it back into the starting line up of the Wolverines.  So much so that by the end of his senior season he led his team to the NIT championship and was named most valuable player.

Two things came from this honor.  First he was invited to try out for one of the most storied US Olympic teams ever.  Second, he was drafted 12th in the NBA draft.  The '84 Olympic team featured players such as Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing, Karl Malone and Steve Alford.  Tim made the 20 man finalist team. He was cut from the final team with Charles Barkley, Johnny Dawkins and John Stockton.  Not a bad cut list.  But for Tim, playing that summer for coach Bobby Knight did more to elevate his professional stock than perhaps his entire 4 years in Ann Arbor.  Knight said "removing Tim from the team was the toughest cut I had to make," McCormick being the last player cut.

Next up was the NBA.  Drafted 12th by Cleveland, he was traded to Seattle within an hour of the draft.  He played 10 seasons in the NBA for 6 teams.  It was while he was with Philadelphia that he introduced me to the round mound of rebound, Charles Barkley.  More about that later. One thing for sure, playing for 6 teams resulted in a grand collection of NBA gear in my closet.  Sonic, Sixers, Nets, Rockets, Hawks and Knicks.  I have them all!

I had the pleasure of visiting him several times while he was in the NBA.  A week long trip in Seattle was my first introduction to "life in the NBA."  He picked me up at the airport in his Porsche.  Now this was a step up from college life.  He had a nice apartment on the lake.  Literally on the lake.  As in lake house.  We spent the days doing one of four things, eating, going to work out or going to a game and then eating.  He ate twice as much as any human I have ever met.  I remember once sitting at tis kitchen table while he ate a gallon of ice cream, with chocolate syrup, nuts and sprinkles.  This was the life.

Three memories here from this trip.  First, we were watching tv one morning as the Challenger took off and watched it explode killing all the crew.  Shocking for sure.  Second, the Bears were in the Super Bowl that year and week and we watched the game at Seattle Seahawk football center Blair Bush's house.  This was especially fun since he had won the Super Bowl with the Bengals two years earlier.  We got some inside knowledge on what it was like on game day, the pressure, the waiting, sleeping at half time, etc.

Third, one of the games for the Sonics that trip was with the Sixers.  Dr. J played along with Charles and Tim shared some great "growing up stories."  When Tim was at a basketball camp as a kid Dr. J gave him one of his shoes, autographed it, and then said when you make it to the NBA I'll give you the other one."  Tim had made it, and Doc kept his word, giving Tim the matching pair.

Next year Tim was traded to the Sixers and the fun began!  I caught up with him a few times, once in Chicago, where we went out to Ditka's after the game.  Standing in a long line, I said to everyone, "I'll bet if they know Tim and Charles are here they will let us in."   I boldly went up to the host, stated my case and .... they let us in.  Took us to the VIP reserved section.  John McEnroe was a few tables away with his wife Tatum O'Neil and three tables away sat Joe DiMaggio.   Tim's dad Tom was a good old soul.  He was not impressed by much, and the people we would have a brush with fame with was no big deal to him.  However, when he saw "Joltin Joe" he melted.  He slid over to him like a 12 year old and asked for an autograph.  In retrospect I wish I would have done the same.

Another time I picked up cousin Dana and we drove to Philly for a few games over Christmas.  We got there Christmas night and went over to another player's house for "Christmas dinner and drinks."  All of the Sixers were there including Doc J, Charles, Maurice Cheeks and Danny Vranes whose house I think we were at.  Dana was having the time of his life, I think he was all of 18 or 19 and hanging out with a few of his all time heroes.  He had a few, and a few more.  The highlight of the evening was a classic photo of Dana passed out in a chair with the 76'rs surrounding him.  A classic to this day that his 16 and 18 year old sons love to put in his face.

Once I drove over to Indy with some friends to see him.. We went out for pizza afterwards.  Now Tim has left his wallet in his bag at the hotel so the check came and he handed it to me.  I said, "hey wait, when I was working and you were playing at Michigan I always had to pick up the check, Now here you are working and I'm still picking up the tab."  Tim said,"if it's not broken why fix it..?"
And so it was with TDM.

Over the years I have kept up with him. His dream job was to work for ESPN, and he did as an analyst..  He has done color commentary in the NBA and NCAA.  He currently works as a motivational speaker. I believe he is also works for the NBA as Regional Director of Player Programs.

Local radio host Steve Jay has had us on his shows in the past and I'll share of few stories Stevie has drawn out of Tim:

On life in the NBA:  I spent my whole life dreaming about playing in the NBA.  Now I get to sit in the front row and watch my heroes play every night.  Oh, and I'm getting paid for it.

On Todd's contribution to my NBA career:
In the NBA we would spend a lot of time in our hotel rooms waiting for the bus to leave for the game or leave for the airport.  Lot's of time doing nothing.  Of all my friends over the years Todd is absolutely the best at doing nothing, and helped me with that, exactly doing nothing.



Tuesday, March 28, 2017

His Arena...the Stage (Reprint from Beyond the Bench)

(This is a story of a friend of mine from high school who was a thespian.  That's an actor for those not so well schooled.  He was very talented and yet didn't live up to his brother's reputation as a jock in the family.  I related to this as my older brother was the all-american type and I was not. In fact in retrospect this column could have been about my finding success in a different place than my older brother. This writing is from a column I wrote in the Rich South Centurian High School newspaper from May 9, 1975, )

He sat comfortably in his chair gazing at the reflection stemming from the trophies adorned on the mantle in the center of the living room.  They held a special place in the minds of his parents for they symbolized the achievements of his older brother.  His brother had been a top student, a concerned adult in high school and a letter winner in each of the sport he participated in, lauded as an "outstanding senior" for his merits on the field.

He knew now that he in no way could equalize his sibling's ability on the field.  In fact he never even attempted to "make a team."  For he had his own game to play, acting, that required a great deal more. Developing a unique style, he could create an image on stage from the black and white 'playbook' of the playwright's text.  Like his brother, he needed long hours of practice to iron out he flaws of his 'game'.

And yet his game didn't have standing room only crowds pushing their way through the doors.  It was a success if half to three fourths of the seats were filled.  To this boy, his game was far more exciting, thought provoking and satisfying than his brothers.  His motivation was internal, his opponent, the audience, his arena, the stage.

There would be no front page story if he were successful.  Perhaps there would be a few lines mentioning his performance hidden in the newspaper.  And yet he put forth more effort and more of himself on stage than his brother ever put forth on the court.

Emotionally drained after each show, he knew that he had only one chance to get it right each night. There would be no replays, no second quarter, no third or fourth downs or even another game next week to redeem himself.  If he made a mistake in his game he would have to wait until the next audition, perhaps several months away and then hope to get a part,  No guarantees.

The sun had gone down now, the trophies no longer reflected the rays into his eyes.  He knew there never be such and award sitting on the mantle with his name inscribed on it and for that reason alone he knew that there would never be a material object for his parents to show their friends when they came to visit.  His awards were the standing ovations and the verbal praises the had received at the curtain call of each performance which could never be placed above the burning embers of the fire place.  But in his mind there was satisfaction because he knew there was a future for him in drama.  His brother would be a businessman.  He would be an actor.